Evie's graduation

“Oof, I’m beat.” Evie declared, sinking onto her couch. “At least it’s Friday.” Yep, Friday night on her very own (rented) apartment in the big city. Time to unwind, but with whom? She barely knew her coworkers, and she hadn’t made any new friends yet. It looked like she was due for yet another lonely Friday night of binging TV. It wasn’t that bad, but it could be better.

Evie grabbed her phone. What about her college friends? Maybe one of them was around. It felt so long since she graduated, even though it hasn’t been much time. Less than a year, in fact.

Evie scrolled through her contacts. Victoria was in Paris, Brad was on tour, and Kim was …she didn’t even know where she was. Her brown eyes narrowed, Evie found Amanda’s contact. Judging by her profile pic, she was living in the same city as her. They used to have such a childish rivalry, but when was the last time they even saw each other?

Evie opened the chat and almost choked on her spit. Amanda’s last message was a picture. Right, she remembered.

“Oh, I can’t believe you are graduating! Who I’m going to play with now, huh?” A surprisingly cheerful Amanda hugged a very nervous Evie. The latter was wearing her square graduation cap and toga. Amanda’s hands reached downward, prodding inside the garment.

“Hey! Keep your hands to yourself!” Evie slapped the curious hand away.

“Relax, just checking if you are keeping your end of the wager.” Amanda teasingly nudged Evie’s arm. “We had a lot of memorable times together, huh? Like our Olympic bet, the Pokemon tournament, that disastrous spring-break road trip...”

“Hey! We agreed to never talk about that road trip.”

“Aww, there’s that adorable pout! Shame I will spend my last semester without being able to annoy you anymore.”

“It wasn’t all sunshine and roses for you! Don’t you remember your 20th birthday or that time at the carnival?”

Before Amanda could retort with a comeback about how she won more times than Evie, the dean urged everyone to their seats. It did not feel right to keep arguing. “Welp, time for your ceremony, good luck.”

“Y-yeah, thanks.”

Evie went to take a seat while the graduation got underway. The nervous woman could not help but fidget as she waited for her name to be called. It was a chilly day, and grey clouds loomed ominously over the open air ceremony, rain threatening to come down and ruin the event at any moment.

It was finally her turn. With deep breaths, Evie climbed the stairs. The anticipation kept building as she grabbed her diploma, until... “Huh, nothing happened.”

As she was walking back, the sky turned white with a bang, thunder roared over the assembly, bringing with it a mighty gust of wind. Hats got blown away, students got up from their seats to chase their flying diplomas, and embarrassed girls screamed as their togas flew above their stomachs.

But none were as embarrassed as Evie, for she was wearing nothing underneath. The whole assembly got a firsthand look at her shaven sex and lovely pink nipples before she managed to push her clothing down again. There was a collective gasp between the older participants of the ceremony, and Evie stood there, staring them back like a deer in the headlights.

“They don’t call her nekkid Evvie for nothing!” someone from her class shouted, and her classmates laughed rapaciously. Evie hurried to her seat, where she buried her red face between her hands.

“I’m going to miss that doofus,” Amanda said, looking at the picture she had just taken on her phone. It immortalized the exact moment that Evie’s skirt went tits up..